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But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

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In the 's the rear wing was added by moving the vacant Ross-Higgins warehouse () from 4th Avenue and Main Street to the present site. This street is the site of Skagway's once .

Back to the shop, and it’s chaos again. A guy walks in, and he’s all grumpy. “My glasses are broken!” he barks. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s not the end of the world.” But he’s not having it. I fix his glasses, and he storms out. I’m just standing there, shaking my head.

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